
My master bought an Aibo
It never has to poop
My master bought an Aibo
The new one that’s really cute
We don’t go for walks or chase my ball
No belly scratch, no love at all
It doesn’t sleep
It doesn’t eat
Recharges his butt
On its plastic seat
My master bought an Aibo
With motors and a plastic shell
My master bought an Aibo
Now this place is going to hell
Does everything but lick a face
Doesn’t shed or give cars a chase,
It begs, plays dead
And chases its tail
Never gets fed
Or kicks the pail – I mean bucket
My master bought an Aibo
I hope he goes away soon
My master bought an Aibo
All I can do is howl at the moon
All I can do is howl at the moon